Post-Divorce Remorse
My wife’s new assistant recently celebrated his birthday, and she splurged on a villa as a gift to him.
On the day he moved in, the assistant, Zachary Shaw, bragged on Instagram with a post and captioned: [Bagged myself a sugar mommy, just FYI.]
My wife, Ivy Bennett, commented on the post: [Happy birthday, my dear Zacky! 🫰]
The photo was Zachary wrapping his arm around my wife’s slender waist, looking incredibly intimate.
The work group chat blew up at once. Everyone expressed their envy toward Zachary, singing his praises for being so promising at such a young age.
Then, my childhood friend, Autumn Sinclair, tagged me in the group chat and teased, [Love is a blinding green light. Your wife’s cheating on you so hard it glows. Congrats, Julian!]
I smiled wryly and stubbed out my cigarette. Slowly, I typed my reply, [Want a house, Autumn? I’ll get you one too, better than her gift to him.]